Текст песни Антон Макарский - День рождения

This day spilled in the morning
Heat on roofs and courtyards
Heaven shed blue
White bird noise over the city.

You stand alone at the window
Angry at the cold
On your birthday
You are sad, seeing off the years.

And winter lace is for you
On the glass in a thin frost weave,
Blizzard white January
He will sing his songs to you under the snow.

In the snowy heart of winter
Your house is full of warmth
Ringing laughter of friends.
Don't be sad, smile
I hurry ...

Somewhere out there in the land of snow
Your dreams, your love
Childhood holiday with the warmth of spring
Let your dreams warm
And sadness will become a winter fairy tale
Dissolved in the mist
Let your sorrow disappear
A piece of ice in a warm hand.

And winter lace is for you
On the glass in a thin frost weave,
Blizzard white January
He will sing his songs to you under the snow.

In the snowy heart of winter
Your house is full of warmth
Ringing laughter of friends.
Don't be sad, smile
I hurry ...

This day in the morning poured warmth over the roofs and courtyards ...